genessia | Since the Dawn of Time

Who: Szel and Tannusen
What: Szel's finally hauled himself out of his tower of perpetual drunk misery to inflict his bad mood on someone else.
When: Nowish? Late evening day after Christmas.
Where: Velvet Lust in Genessia City
Warnings: Drunk bitching, maybe mentions of past injury, who knows.

Well.

Here he was.

Merry Goddamn Christmas.

He'd spent the entire eve and holiday itself locked up inside his fortress in Everglade, refusing to leave... except on voting day. No point in changing up leadership, both of them sucked and at least one of them he was familiar with, suck wise.

Best to keep the suck in a predictable pattern, he was in no hurry to mix up the suckiness.

He'd voted, obviously hungover, the one benefit of being eyeless in that he wouldn't have to worry about any excess light giving him a headache.

No, his hearing took over for that, jamming in his vote before vanishing off into the ether, headed for one place and one place only.

For a few weeks, he'd been tended to and pampered by the usual, but it was one thing to get a ton of compliments and doting words from a pack of mindless servants. It was entirely another to get them from someone who wasn't being coerced into it.

Oh Midge was honest enough of course, but Midge was also, technically, just another part of him.

Poor Tannusen. One moment he might find himself comfortably alone in his spot at the club.... and the next his tea cup was being pushed away slowly by a gold tipped cane, right out of arms reach.

"That's enough of that."

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He stiffened for a moment. Apparently, this was different than just grabbing Tannusen and dragging him around, or climbing into his lap or leaning on him.

Real intimacy was... gestures like that.

The moment passed, and the sound of a thousand feathers all fluffing and shifting in irritation sounded behind Tannusen's head.

"Yes, yes okay yes, different, I get it, thank you."

Uh oh, Tannusen didn't let go, but he did pause the walking to eye Szel. Hand still held to heart; it wasn't like Szel couldn't get away if he really needed to. "Are you... flustered? By this?"

UH OH.

"That's stupid and you're stupid for asking."

"You're totally flustered!" Tannusen stop. Tannusen no. Tannusen don't laugh--

Too late, he was laughing.

"That's adorable."

"Don't you fucking laugh. I'm not flustered- Give me my hand back you asshole."

And with that he yanked it away, pitch black wings shimmering into existence as they pulled up tightly against him, fluffing and shedding.

"Okay, okay, sorry," Tannusen was still laughing as he said it, of course, "my mistake."

And he offered his arm back up, grinning.

"I'm not even bothered, I was surprised. That's it. That's all that was, I was surprised you would do it, you usually don't get that kind of feely touchy unless something is wrong or we're fucking. That's not something you do in the street.

Like an animal."

That earned another laugh from the pooka, who just resumed walking whether Szel took his offered arm or not. "Well, I am an animal."

Though Szel was right that the tiger usually kept to better decorum about it.

(After all, he often got flustered whenever Cassian held his hand!)

He did, at length, take the offered arm, grumbling. All the while, Midge had not moved an inch, not even to warn Tannusen away when the fallen seraph began to become flustered.

Apparently, the bug really was no longer too bothered by the pooka.

"Yes, but you're a civilized animal."

Ish.

"I wasn't aware holding a friend's hand to your heart was uncivilized," Tannusen teased, amused, "especially when you're discussing heartbeats."

CHECK.

"Look, it's just logical progression. Someone touches someone's chest, the conversation moves to intimacy and the next thing you know we're both talking about our feelings and crying.

I came out here to do neither of those."

"Oh, I think we've both done plenty of that recently, I'm not trying to spark an encore," Tannusen took a drink of his tea as they walked, "but I'd think in private is where that's more of a danger with me than in public."

Most people who'd met Tannusen probably couldn't fathom him doing either of those things; his public face was pretty solid.

"I have witnessed you crying too many times to think that crying isn't going to happen at all.

You'd just wait until you got home and then cry on Cassian.

Where am I supposed to cry?"

A soft cough from the cat wrapped around his shoulders.

"... That I don't already?"

"Do you really want an answer to that, or is that rhetorical?" Tannusen asked, still amused.

"You're an ass."

An ass who's arm he was still holding to, but an ass nevertheless.

Tannusen's only response was to smile into his tea as he took another drink, walking along.

After a moment of thought, "Does this mean we're going to hang out more without having to knock boots? Not that I mind the usual too, of course."

Since the Dawn of Time

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